March 21, 1924, Austin to Norwich, Connecticut

 (fill in with whatever sweet

words please your sweet self!)


Dearest _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _


I just reread your last letter a minute ago and I see you go to Boston about day after tomorrow. I hope you have the bestest time in the world, dear, but you'll think of me (grinding away for all I'm worth) once in a while; and I hope you don't meet any charming young man down there who'll cut me out.

I've been reading a book (Far from the Madding Crowd) all day yesterday and today, except when I was in class. You see, you'd better take me up on that bet or I'll go to the dogs sure.

Mrs. Brownlee's daughter's husband went out of town, & Mrs. Brownlee went to stay with her, and now Sam Miller & May Belle are living down stairs. I've been down playing cards with them (you'd better accept the bet, if you want to save me), and being as I was dummy, as usual I snook off upstairs to finish my letter to my sweet woman.

As I said before, dear, whenever my letters bore you why just quit reading. (Been playing cards some more, and it is 5 min. after 9 + I haven't done a lick of studying yet – you'd better take my bet.) Well, beautiful, sweet thing, etc., I'll write you again tomorrow, and then I'll let you rest a while.

Good night sweet woman,

Henry,

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